Guardian of the District of Precious Light

Ooooh, Urick, you know just what to say to get me going~.

Something, or someone was trying to destroy the district of Shining Life - it was only by the time Urick had become aware of it that the growing fear he would be dead before even truly being able to reach the district that he had taken notice enough of the suspicious activity around the area to care. Usually there was little more than the subhumans to worry about with the occasional casualty, but now... They didn't seem to be the work of subhumans. They seemed to be targeted. People he knew - people getting closer to the keys. Both Generals had seemed just as agreeable to the request for added security in the case of a mishap, and Urick's leave from the Shrine was scheduled at the earliest convenience to leave an assure the safety of the seal - his own life. Urick seemed to be in a rare moment of visible anxiety as he opened the doors heading back from his address to the Generals, though almost immediately, the momentum was halted to all the stillness of a statue at the recognition of the one waiting for him beyond those doors. Of course he was there - right outside, waiting. Urick couldn't tell whether the sight of that man being like a stray dog that stayed at his heels or a snake that stared and waited just as deceptively upset him more. He once remembered being happy at the surprise of seeing him beyond those doors. "...Yaha." The name was spat out like a curse, Urick's now hardened gaze able only to lock onto the other for a moment before closing and turning away. "I don't have the time to waste on idle goodbyes. If you have something important to tell me, then you'd best spit it out and go." As usual, the tone was cold, yet the hostility brittle - if there was one thing that could serve as comfort to the elf, it was that Urick could never bring himself to delight in the brute behaviour he showed towards his friend. Still, or perhaps because of it, he refused to look his way through his words. A pause. A soft scoff of a laugh, and Urick's back turned. He knew there was only one thing Yaha had to say. "...No. Of course you don't. I meant it when I told you I didn't want to see you, and that isn't about to change, Yaha. So why not do us both a favour and go make someone else's day?" There was a certain bitter edge to his tone as he spoke those last words, a final, perhaps accidental glance cast his way for only a moment before the sound of quickened footsteps sounded through the great corridor, Urick making haste to get away himself with the final words spoken over his shoulder: "I don't know what you're doing back."

The elf's ever cordial smile did not leave his face, even as Urick's every word was like ice cold knives piercing his heart. A small reminder, at least, that he still had one. But as soon as he'd heard about the attacks on the District of Shining Life, he had to come. If not just to see Urick himself, than to offer support. The leutenant made his feelings on the matter of Yaha's company quite clear, however. He dipped his head slightly with a soft chuckle. "We both know the answer to that question, my dear friend. I came as soon as I'd heard. I am certain you will be fine on your own, but I am always here to offer my aid." Ah, but Urick was already leaving and Yaha had to quicken his own pace to catch up. "We should be defending each other, should we not?"

Look at me, he pleaded in his mind, instinctively reaching his hand out to try to touch Urick's shoulder.

“Oh, enough, Yaha.” The scowl that found itself placed across Urick’s face was immediate; the cut of the gaze directed towards his once-fellow elf not quite sharp enough to denote a glare, but close. “You can stop it with your wishful thinking. The day I come back to you is the day that all we humans here grow wings. Are you really still that set on me that you would follow me even here? … How sickening. Come on now.”